Title: Love M.D.
Author: Rebecca Rohman
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance with Elements of Suspense
Release Date: Tuesday, February 24, 2015
★ LOVE M.D. SYNOPSIS
As an accomplished interior designer in San Francisco’s Bay Area, Zoe Jenkins is used to transforming empty spaces into masterpieces.
She leaves little square footage in her personal life for anything outside of her thriving business and a renewed relationship with her twin brother.
After a decade spent ripped apart by circumstance and an entire ocean’s distance she depends on no one but him. Until a sexy surgeon walks into her life.
Although Zoe can’t deny her attraction to the charming and benevolent Morgan Drake, he’s on her mental list of everything she should avoid.
Past experience taught Zoe that dating clients compromises business. Add a not-yet-dissolved marriage to the mix and Doctor Hottie is definitely Doctor Off-limits.
Dr. Morgan Drake is surprised at the undeniable chemistry he feels when he’s in the same room as Zoe.
The strikingly beautiful and introverted designer he hired to fill his new-start, new-city home makes it abundantly clear there will never be anything between them.
But twelve years of medical school breeds persistence. He sets out to pursue the pants off Zoe Jenkins and show her what her empty spaces are missing.
But intense passion and amazing sex have a way of masking secrets—secrets that unravel a dangerous web of drugs, fraud and corruption that turn Zoe’s empty, quiet spaces into a world where nothing is as it seems.
With her life on the line, the good doctor responsible for her fiercest betrayal might just be the only one worthy of her finest interior masterpiece—this time, of her heart.
★ ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rebecca Rohman, is a wife and designer currently living in the Northeastern United States. She was a former Sales Manager for a tourist magazine, and for many years prior, she first did Marketing for a jewelry company, and later a fine wine distributor. About fifteen years ago, she started writing her first romance novel, Uncorked just to purely entertain herself.
It was not until early in 2012 when she decided to complete it, and share it with the world. The story was published in February of 2013. Her second novel Love, Lies & The D.A. was released in February, 2014. Love M.D. is her third novel.
★ MY REVIEW
★
First off let me say how much I love Rebecca. From the moment Johnny came into my life, I was completely head over heals in love. So when she said she was writing Love MD, I may have pestered her from time to time until I received it into my greedy little hands. Yes, I even screamed a little when it showed up on my Kindle.
I was so ready to fall for Dr. Drake before I opened the book, but I really wasn't prepared for how much I would fall for him. Morgan is everything you could want: handsome, well educated, witty, financially stable, caring and extremely passionate. His cocky attitude could easily come off at rude, but his delivery of it endears him. Yeah, it's safe to say, Morgan Drake is first class.
Zoë is someone that had more downs than ups. She may be sexy, independent, strong-willed and extremely talented, but she is also guarded on who she lets into her inner circle. However, there is something about her newest client that she can't help but be attracted to. So, with the encouragement from her closest friend, Jada, and her twin brother, Zach, she decides to take a chance.
Oh my goodness! The moment these two come together is electric. The passion, desire, lust and love that flows between them radiates off the pages. You read the words as if you are actually living through the experience. The fire between Morgan and Zoë is the stuff dreams are made of.
Love M.D. is a story that has it all; love, lust, loss, suspense, murder, mystery, corruption, heart. Rebecca has a way to tell a story that captures your imagination from start to finish. You cry with Zoë through her heartache, laugh with her witty comebacks and fall in love with Morgan alongside her. This book is not one to be missed.
★ EXCERPT
The next morning, I wake to an empty bed. I slip on some panties and one of Morgan’s shirts and head downstairs in search of him. Peaches and Pixie bask in the sun by the pool, watching him as he swims.
He’s already made a pot of coffee, so I pour myself a cup and sit outside on one of the Adirondack chairs facing the pool. My crew comes to greet me, but Morgan is engrossed in his swimming and does not appear to notice me. I suspect this might be part of his daily routine—his body contours tell me that. He looks up, and a broad smile stretches across his face when he sees me. His hair lies all back as he propels his body out of the water by his palms.
“Good Morning,” I say.
“Good morning to you, too.” He kisses me and wraps a nearby towel around his hips. “Hungry? I was going to make you some breakfast.”
“Maybe a little,” I respond.
“Good, because I prepared everything already,” he says, stretching out his hands to help me up. “I just need to fix the eggs.”
In the kitchen, as he scrambles eggs on the stovetop, I circle my arms around his almost naked body from behind. He switches off the stove and turns to face me. “Did you sleep well?”
“A little. It was more than the last few weeks, so I guess that’s a step in the right direction.”
He raises my body and places me on the island, pecking me softly on the lips.
“I could prescribe something to help you get some rest, or I can recommend something herbal. You hardly sleep anymore.”
“I know. Maybe in a few days if things don’t improve.”
“Let’s go on a trip somewhere. It’ll take your mind off things.”
“We’ll see. Jada invited us to go on a getaway with their family. I don’t know the specifics yet, but I think it might be a good idea.”
“Let me know as soon as you have the details so I can make sure my shifts are covered. It’s easier to change things around at the clinic. I want to see you smile again.”
He kisses me softly on my neck and my lips, and I’m surprised when I feel the need for more than just his sweet caress. Circling him in my arms, I slowly part my lips, and feel his tongue gently graze mine. I pull him closer by the towel that surrounds his hips and slip my hands over his groin.
“I miss you,” I whisper.
“I miss you too, baby.”
I've woken him and as I massage his arousal, I take pleasure at the feel of his hands roaming over my body. He lifts his shirt over my head before slipping his tongue into my mouth. I pull the towel away and push his trunks down as far as I can stretch. With my foot, I shove them further until they drop to the floor. He kicks them away while I glide my hands over his rock-hard erection.
“How do you want it?” he asks.
“Go down on me,” I reply, deepening our kiss. “Then I want you to screw me from behind.”
He places one of my legs on the countertop and slips the fabric of my thong to the side. I welcome the feel of his fingers slipping between my folds as he circles them above and inside me.
As he devours my lips, I relish the feel of his firm body against my palms. He lowers his head, planting soft kisses on my neck, then he circles my breasts. Moments later, he pulls my panties away.
He lowers his head and teases me with kisses circling my core. With his tongue, he starts a pleasurable onslaught of licking and sucking my clit, intermittently and forcefully moving his fingers over me. The heat rises between my thighs but I pull away, reserving my release.
“Oh God, babe. I need you inside me.”
He pulls me off the counter and turns me around so my back is to his front. He places one of my thighs on the surface, pinning it in place with his arm then he slowly enters me from behind. Slowly, slowly moving in and out of me.
“Zoë, you feel incredible,” he whispers, nibbling my ear. With his fingers, he begins an endless assault on my front.
“Oh Jesus, Morgan…harder,” I cry as my body becomes submerged in pure sexual pleasure.
Bending me over the counter, he gives me what I crave, what I so desperately desire.
“Oh yes, Morgan.” My knees go weak. I know I’m close to losing all control.
“No way, not yet,” he says, slipping out of me. Holding my hand, he walks me to the living room sofa. He sits, centering his body in the middle, leaning back. I’m about to straddle him when he stops me.
“Come here, baby. I want to taste you all over again.”
He raises my leg above his shoulder, and places it on the back of the couch. He sits up, and with two fingers, repeatedly penetrates me and unleashes his tongue over me again.
Tingling sensations exude through my thighs. “Oh God, yes, babe.” I tighten my grip on his hair, basking in the pleasure that he is so eager to give me.
Finally, he relents, and I lower my body over his erection. I move slowly and sensually over his arousal, grinding my hips into his. He sits up and clasps his hands in mine as I rotate my body over his. Sounds of raw sex fills the room—the continuous sounds of his reentry, the sexual cries that escape my lips, his labored breathing and groans as I bury him inside me.
“Yes, Zoë, yes,” he says, holding me by my hips, slamming me firmly above him and taking over my lips once more. Sitting back, I repeatedly pound my hips into his, while circling my core with my fingers.
“Oh fuck, Zoë,” he shouts then pulls me close in his arms, boring inside me. I feel him continuously spasm, and as I rapidly continue to circle my pleats, I join him in his prolonged release.
I lay with my head against his chest, breathing heavily. We relax while he folds me in his arms and kisses me tenderly on my lips. I can’t help but get distracted and erupt in laughter when Peaches sits watching me, slowly twisting her head as if she’s utterly confused.
“What’s so funny?”
“We have an audience,” I laugh. Now Pixie has joined her, too.
He sits up, “What? They never saw you have sex before?”
“No, they’re virgins. We’re corrupting my poor animals.”
“That must have been quite the show.”
I coil on top of him, and it is while I’m there that I realize today, for the first time in almost three weeks, I laughed.
“I've missed hearing you laugh.”
I kiss him again. I don’t want to think about why I’ve not been able to laugh.
He’s already made a pot of coffee, so I pour myself a cup and sit outside on one of the Adirondack chairs facing the pool. My crew comes to greet me, but Morgan is engrossed in his swimming and does not appear to notice me. I suspect this might be part of his daily routine—his body contours tell me that. He looks up, and a broad smile stretches across his face when he sees me. His hair lies all back as he propels his body out of the water by his palms.
“Good Morning,” I say.
“Good morning to you, too.” He kisses me and wraps a nearby towel around his hips. “Hungry? I was going to make you some breakfast.”
“Maybe a little,” I respond.
“Good, because I prepared everything already,” he says, stretching out his hands to help me up. “I just need to fix the eggs.”
In the kitchen, as he scrambles eggs on the stovetop, I circle my arms around his almost naked body from behind. He switches off the stove and turns to face me. “Did you sleep well?”
“A little. It was more than the last few weeks, so I guess that’s a step in the right direction.”
He raises my body and places me on the island, pecking me softly on the lips.
“I could prescribe something to help you get some rest, or I can recommend something herbal. You hardly sleep anymore.”
“I know. Maybe in a few days if things don’t improve.”
“Let’s go on a trip somewhere. It’ll take your mind off things.”
“We’ll see. Jada invited us to go on a getaway with their family. I don’t know the specifics yet, but I think it might be a good idea.”
“Let me know as soon as you have the details so I can make sure my shifts are covered. It’s easier to change things around at the clinic. I want to see you smile again.”
He kisses me softly on my neck and my lips, and I’m surprised when I feel the need for more than just his sweet caress. Circling him in my arms, I slowly part my lips, and feel his tongue gently graze mine. I pull him closer by the towel that surrounds his hips and slip my hands over his groin.
“I miss you,” I whisper.
“I miss you too, baby.”
I've woken him and as I massage his arousal, I take pleasure at the feel of his hands roaming over my body. He lifts his shirt over my head before slipping his tongue into my mouth. I pull the towel away and push his trunks down as far as I can stretch. With my foot, I shove them further until they drop to the floor. He kicks them away while I glide my hands over his rock-hard erection.
“How do you want it?” he asks.
“Go down on me,” I reply, deepening our kiss. “Then I want you to screw me from behind.”
He places one of my legs on the countertop and slips the fabric of my thong to the side. I welcome the feel of his fingers slipping between my folds as he circles them above and inside me.
As he devours my lips, I relish the feel of his firm body against my palms. He lowers his head, planting soft kisses on my neck, then he circles my breasts. Moments later, he pulls my panties away.
He lowers his head and teases me with kisses circling my core. With his tongue, he starts a pleasurable onslaught of licking and sucking my clit, intermittently and forcefully moving his fingers over me. The heat rises between my thighs but I pull away, reserving my release.
“Oh God, babe. I need you inside me.”
He pulls me off the counter and turns me around so my back is to his front. He places one of my thighs on the surface, pinning it in place with his arm then he slowly enters me from behind. Slowly, slowly moving in and out of me.
“Zoë, you feel incredible,” he whispers, nibbling my ear. With his fingers, he begins an endless assault on my front.
“Oh Jesus, Morgan…harder,” I cry as my body becomes submerged in pure sexual pleasure.
Bending me over the counter, he gives me what I crave, what I so desperately desire.
“Oh yes, Morgan.” My knees go weak. I know I’m close to losing all control.
“No way, not yet,” he says, slipping out of me. Holding my hand, he walks me to the living room sofa. He sits, centering his body in the middle, leaning back. I’m about to straddle him when he stops me.
“Come here, baby. I want to taste you all over again.”
He raises my leg above his shoulder, and places it on the back of the couch. He sits up, and with two fingers, repeatedly penetrates me and unleashes his tongue over me again.
Tingling sensations exude through my thighs. “Oh God, yes, babe.” I tighten my grip on his hair, basking in the pleasure that he is so eager to give me.
Finally, he relents, and I lower my body over his erection. I move slowly and sensually over his arousal, grinding my hips into his. He sits up and clasps his hands in mine as I rotate my body over his. Sounds of raw sex fills the room—the continuous sounds of his reentry, the sexual cries that escape my lips, his labored breathing and groans as I bury him inside me.
“Yes, Zoë, yes,” he says, holding me by my hips, slamming me firmly above him and taking over my lips once more. Sitting back, I repeatedly pound my hips into his, while circling my core with my fingers.
“Oh fuck, Zoë,” he shouts then pulls me close in his arms, boring inside me. I feel him continuously spasm, and as I rapidly continue to circle my pleats, I join him in his prolonged release.
I lay with my head against his chest, breathing heavily. We relax while he folds me in his arms and kisses me tenderly on my lips. I can’t help but get distracted and erupt in laughter when Peaches sits watching me, slowly twisting her head as if she’s utterly confused.
“What’s so funny?”
“We have an audience,” I laugh. Now Pixie has joined her, too.
He sits up, “What? They never saw you have sex before?”
“No, they’re virgins. We’re corrupting my poor animals.”
“That must have been quite the show.”
I coil on top of him, and it is while I’m there that I realize today, for the first time in almost three weeks, I laughed.
“I've missed hearing you laugh.”
I kiss him again. I don’t want to think about why I’ve not been able to laugh.
★ LOVE M.D. SOUNDTRACK
- OneRepublic, Counting Stars
- Lenny Kravitz, Fly Away
- Au Clair de la Lune
- Sarah McLachlan, Angel
- Chris Isaacs, Wicked Game
- Claude Debussys, Clair de Lune
- Jason Mraz, I Won’t Give Up
- Ella Fitzgerald, What are you doing this New Year’s Eve
- Regina Spektor, My Dear Acquaintance (A Happy New Year)
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★ GIVEAWAY
Liz thank you for taking the time to put his beautiful post together and for sharing your wonderful review. I really do appreciate you and your kind words <3 :D
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